Love- A Paradoxical Escapade

Passionately smooching each otherOne nuzzling the other doveTriumphantly envying meMade me ruminate my cowardice towards love.That love is the contorted version of devotionI had been soothing myself withVowing not to plunge into the tantalizing poolI thought I rescued my heart from the impassioned scythe.Closing eyes I thought‘The horripilation of solicitous touchesAnd wobbles in the gutAreContinue reading “Love- A Paradoxical Escapade”

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